A dreamer is the question in us all
Going off into an unmarked hall.
Files and files, with memories of each day,
While the present is foggy and fading away.
That classroom got easier, repeating theories of before.
Until with threats, did he walk through the door.
Terror set in for the children in the dark,
closing their eyes while the stranger left his mark.
They went to the movies for their very first date,
Soon to find out he predetermine their fate.
An innocent film may never be the same,
due to a boy craving a moment of fame.
Nightmares that live to produce terrified screams,
Thanks to the dreamer whom had twisted dreams.
It is getting exhausting, these thoughts that stay,
A whole night wasted just as yesterday.
That bus stop has become a dangerous place,
due to weeks that passed without her trace.
That poor little girl with a trust so strong
was just too naive as to who would do her wrong.
Contorted dreams are beginning to categorize as a trait,
putting smiles on faces while they destroy and create.
I’ve heard dreaming is the root of preventing dismay,
but I question if the sensation can really outweigh.
With such nightmares turned loose in a society so grand,
Who is to determine whether they are or are not “that man."
I’ll try really hard to give the benefit of the doubt,
just please don’t lose your sanity and throw humanity out.